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Date: July 15, 2007 4:03:51 PM PDT
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Subject: It's Bastille Day, Where Are the Guillotines?
Send Liberals to "the Gas Chambers"...
Astonishing Right-Wing Extremism!
http://www.atlargely.com/2007/07/send-liberals-t.html
A good investigative journalist, if needed, can hide aboard a
cruise full of white supremacists and manage not only to escape
without punching someone and thereby blowing their cover, but also
get out with one hell of a story. That is exactly what Johann Hari
did when he joined the National Review cruise and their motley of
hate. The result is breathtaking and incredibly frightening. One
has to wonder how Jewish travlers aboard this hate vessel did not
recognize the rhetoric and make way directly to the nearest
inflatable device.
From the masterful Hari article, I give you The Ship of Fools:
"I am standing waist-deep in the Pacific Ocean, both chilling and
burning, indulging in the polite chit-chat beloved by vacationing
Americans. A sweet elderly lady from Los Angeles is sitting on the
rocks nearby, telling me dreamily about her son. "Is he your only
child?" I ask. "Yes," she says. "Do you have a child back in
England?" she asks. No, I say. Her face darkens. "You'd better
start," she says. "The Muslims are breeding. Soon, they'll have the
whole of Europe.""
If you are concerned that the hate constituency hates only Muslims,
don't worry, they hate everyone who is unlike them and suggest not
so novel ideas for taking care of undesirables (emph mine):
"I am getting used to these moments – when gentle holiday geniality
bleeds into... what? I lie on the beach with Hillary-Ann, a
chatty, scatty 35-year-old Californian designer. As she explains
the perils of Republican dating, my mind drifts, watching the
gentle tide. When I hear her say, "Of course, we need to execute
some of these people," I wake up. Who do we need to execute? She
runs her fingers through the sand lazily. "A few of these
prominent liberals who are trying to demoralise the country," she
says. "Just take a couple of these anti-war people off to the gas
chamber for treason to show, if you try to bring down America at a
time of war, that's what you'll get." She squints at the sun and
smiles. "Then things'll change.""
The gas chamber, eh? Executions for fellow citizens? Is that where
we are now?
"I am travelling on a bright white cruise ship with two
restaurants, five bars, a casino – and 500 readers of the
National Review. Here, the Iraq war has been "an amazing
success". Global warming is not happening. The solitary black
person claims, "If the Ku Klux Klan supports equal rights, then God
bless them." And I have nowhere to run."
You can assume that some of the 500 of the floating confederacy
included American right wing hate stars who will soon no doubt have
their talking points ready to put at arms length the few bad apples
among them. But that won't fly, not when books written by white
supremacist Ann Coulter advocating for terrorist attacks against US
citizens are flying off book shelves.
But what is really striking is that there are Jews in this Neo-Nazi
filth and that there are blacks counted among these racists and
that there are Americans among these imperialists. Obviously hate
is more compelling than one's own citizens, religious and ethnic
background, or the cruel lessons of history.
"To my left, I find a middle-aged Floridian with a neat beard. To
my right are two elderly New Yorkers who look and sound like late-
era Dorothy Parkers, minus the alcohol poisoning. They live on Park
Avenue, they explain in precise Northern tones. "You must live
near the UN building," the Floridian says to one of the New York
ladies after the entree is served. Yes, she responds, shaking her
head wearily. "They should suicide-bomb that place," he says. They
all chuckle gently. How did that happen? How do you go from sweet
to suicide-bomb in six seconds?"
From Ann Coulter's rotted out brain to the lips of a Park Avenue
society lady. No difference, a monster is a monster.
"There is something strange about this discussion, and it takes me
a few moments to realise exactly what it is. All the tropes that
conservatives usually deny in public – that Iraq is another
Vietnam, that Bush is fighting a class war on behalf of the rich –
are embraced on this shining ship in the middle of the ocean.
Yes, they concede, we are fighting another Vietnam; and this time
we won't let the weak-kneed liberals lose it. "It's customary to
say we lost the Vietnam war, but who's 'we'?" the writer Dinesh
D'Souza asks angrily. "The left won by demanding America's
humiliation." On this ship, there are no Viet Cong, no three
million dead. There is only liberal treachery. Yes, D'Souza says,
in a swift shift to domestic politics, "of course" Republican
politics is "about class. Republicans are the party of winners,
Democrats are the party of losers.""
Noted, D'Souza's next article will mark whatever publication runs
it to the heaps of liner for kitty litter. Not that I am surprised,
but it is nice to see fascism express itself so fully and honestly
when the ugly of it thinks that the civilized world is not paying
attention. Even some of their own icons are ashamed of this bunch
and even in private:
"Buckley is an urbane old reactionary, drunk on doubts. He founded
the National Review in 1955 – when conservatism was viewed in
polite society as a mental affliction – and he has always been
sceptical of appeals to " the people," preferring the eternal top-
down certainties of Catholicism. He united with Podhoretz in
mutual hatred of Godless Communism, but, slouching into his
eighties, he possesses a world view that is ill-suited for the
fight to bring democracy to the Muslim world. He was a ghostly
presence on the cruise at first, appearing only briefly to shake a
few hands. But now he has emerged, and he is fighting.
<snip>
The ghosts of Conservatism past are wandering this ship. From the
pool, I see John O'Sullivan, a former adviser to Margaret
Thatcher. And one morning on the deck I discover Kenneth Starr,
looking like he has stepped out of a long-forgotten 1990s news
bulletin waving Monica's stained blue dress. His face is round
and unlined, like an immense, contented baby. As I stare at him,
all my repressed bewilderment rises, and I ask – Mr Starr, do you
feel ashamed that, as Osama bin Laden plotted to murder American
citizens, you brought the American government to a stand-still
over a few consensual blow jobs? Do you ever lie awake at night
wondering if a few more memos on national security would have
reached the President's desk if he wasn't spending half his time
dealing with your sexual McCarthyism?
He smiles through his teeth and – in his soft somnambulant voice
– says in perfect legalese, "I am entirely at rest with the
process. The House of Representatives worked its will, the Senate
worked its will, the Chief Justice of the United States presided.
The constitutional process worked admirably.""
Read the whole thing and spread it far and wide. The western world
shamed fascism back into the shadows during WWII, but apparently
not deeply enough. They appear to simply have gone underground, and
rebuilt, growing like mold until they could finally come back when
they had purchased enough propaganda power, enough votes, and
enough people to ensure that they would be able to steer the S.S.
Americana as far away from democracy as possible.
But just one more snip for the road:
"Enough – I see another, more intriguing ghost. Ward Connerly is
the only black person in the National Review posse, a 67-year-old
Louisiana-born businessman, best known for leading conservative
campaigns against affirmative action for black people. Earlier, I
heard him saying the Republican Party has been "too preoccupied
with... not ticking off the blacks", and a cooing white couple
wandered away smiling, "If he can say it, we can say it." What must
it be like to be a black man shilling for a magazine that declared
at the height of the civil rights movement that black people
"tend to revert to savagery", and should be given the vote only
"when they stop eating each other"?"
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